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So, classes have started today.
Campus was about what I expected. So packed with students that there were actual traffic jams at certain intersections, especially when a group of six friends would stand cluelessly at the crossing of two paths, in a loose cheerful circle, not caring (or noticing) that they were slowing down the passage of several hundred people around them. I bought a few snacks from a student pagan group's bake sale. The 12:30 bells played "Streets of Laredo", which was a boggling sort of tune to hear tolling out from the tower in full grandiose style. (Which was probably the point.) And the co-op continued to not have any of my books.
Classes themselves will be...exciting? Vast heaping stacks of translation to do, plus assorted research projects and pop quizzes and exams and...well. All the usual. And I still don't have all my books, which keeps things...very spontaneous. Yes. Or something like that. But I am less terrified of the Greek class than I expected, because the prof is an amazing sort of person who makes me feel comfortable and happy to be there, even if I am going to be trying to claw my way through enormous piles of Plato and everyone else. Eep. (We're also going to be touching on Lysias, Antiphon, Herodotus, Thucydides, Gorgias, Euclid... And the last two are the only ones I haven't seen something from before. So that's nice, even if having seen Thucydides before doesn't make me any happier about seeing him again.) And Latin is on the Aeneid, which is. Well. Virgil.
Virgil is always Virgil. There's no escaping the guy.
Anyway. Time for me to track down good translations of the appropriate works, and, as instructed by the respective professors, read book 1 of Plato's Republic and book 1 of the Aeneid in translation before I start to translate anything myself.
Campus was about what I expected. So packed with students that there were actual traffic jams at certain intersections, especially when a group of six friends would stand cluelessly at the crossing of two paths, in a loose cheerful circle, not caring (or noticing) that they were slowing down the passage of several hundred people around them. I bought a few snacks from a student pagan group's bake sale. The 12:30 bells played "Streets of Laredo", which was a boggling sort of tune to hear tolling out from the tower in full grandiose style. (Which was probably the point.) And the co-op continued to not have any of my books.
Classes themselves will be...exciting? Vast heaping stacks of translation to do, plus assorted research projects and pop quizzes and exams and...well. All the usual. And I still don't have all my books, which keeps things...very spontaneous. Yes. Or something like that. But I am less terrified of the Greek class than I expected, because the prof is an amazing sort of person who makes me feel comfortable and happy to be there, even if I am going to be trying to claw my way through enormous piles of Plato and everyone else. Eep. (We're also going to be touching on Lysias, Antiphon, Herodotus, Thucydides, Gorgias, Euclid... And the last two are the only ones I haven't seen something from before. So that's nice, even if having seen Thucydides before doesn't make me any happier about seeing him again.) And Latin is on the Aeneid, which is. Well. Virgil.
Virgil is always Virgil. There's no escaping the guy.
Anyway. Time for me to track down good translations of the appropriate works, and, as instructed by the respective professors, read book 1 of Plato's Republic and book 1 of the Aeneid in translation before I start to translate anything myself.